Blu's Return

Blu walked around, rather without purpose. She was in the city of London, stumbling around. She was searching, as always. She saw that the crowds had no timelords, as usual. She would have to tell Orange she failed again. She sighed, sat down, and began crying in a street corner. She knew she would probably never see the Poet again. No more traveling around. Just having an infinite knowledge of the universe and having no one to share it with. Well, there was Orange, but he was little more than a pet. He would never connect the way Poet had. She took a deep breath, and stepped into the bus stop bench. Crying, no one noticed her. She felt a hand on her back, and looked at whoever was sitting next to her instantly, hoping against hope it was Poet.

The bus. Poet's newish TARDIS, Glass, had picked up an alien signal coming from a public transport bus in London. But that's all it told her; that there was traces of alien life on this certain bus. That's all the Poet knew, so she parked Glass on a street corner and walked towards the bus stop.

Am I seriously taking a vehicle? I have Glass! she thought to herself, shrugging as she took a seat on the bench, waiting for the bus. This was ridiculous. Her new TARDIS could be faulty, anyways. The alien could just be in London, maybe Glass just liked buses? Poet shook her head. She was finally going crazy.

As the bus could be seen rolling towards the stop, Poet happened to catch a glimpse of a familiar face. Could it be? A girl seemed to be crying on the bench- but she looked an awful lot like Blu? The Poet put a tentative hand on the girl's back. Even if it wasn't Blu, Poet would still feel bad if she didn't find out what was wrong with this person. "You okay?" she whispered.

Blu looked up and saw Poet. She then determined she had finally gone crazy. She wiped at the tears. "Yeah, sure, I'm just peachy. I'm crying and everything is perfect!" Blu muttered sarcastically, hoping that maybe she wouldn't have to deal with another voice in her head, and maybe this one would go away. "No. I'm not okay. My world is falling to dust." She added, finding that maybe even a human could help her. At the least, maybe she could get a hug.

When the girl's face turned fully toward her, Poet gasped. It was actually Blu! She didn't seem okay at all, after her rant about being "just peachy", so Poet gave her a quick hug. "I know what can make you feel better!" Poet said. "There are a bunch of aliens on that bus, let's get on it," she finished, and stood up, waiting for Blu to stand up as well.

Blu got up, rather reluctantly and slowly, staring at the woman. "That's racist, you know." Blu pointed out as she stood, wobbling slightly. She took Poet's hand in her own. "What's your name?" She asked, ignoring the fact her scanners were saying it was Poet. Her scanners had gone crazy before, saying everyone on Earth was a Timelord. In that event, she ended up almost going to a mental asylum. She was almost certain that this was another dream or hallucination.